Cowboy Shirts

Evan and I wear shirt that Grandma made Daddy when he was a little boy.  We get lots and lots of compliments on them.  Probably because we look so good.

Birthday!

I am seven! I had a birthday party with my friends.  We painted dinosaurs.  Daddy made a dinosaur cake.  It's a T-rex.  At least I think it's a T-rex.  He might need to practice his dinosaurs a little more.

I got some cool presents.  Lego sets, Kinects, and of course, another dinosaur fossil I had to dig out...

I don't think Evan is as excited about it as I am.  I borrowed Daddy's safety glasses and got to work!
Daddy says being 7 means I have to tie my own shoes.  I'm practicing, but...
He also says it means I have to learn to shower by myself.  Who knew that growing up was going to be so much work?
PS.  I bet Daddy couldn't tie his shoes at 7.  He can barely do it now!

New Bedroom!

So Daddy finally stopped sitting around, eating bon-bons and watching Oprah and finished our bedroom.  We got a new floor, a new ceiling, new paint, a fan (although he STILL hasn't put the dinosaurs on the blades like he said he would) and pictures of dinosaurs and best of all....

Bunkbeds!!!!!!(click on the picture for a bigger view)

I sleep up on top, because I'm old enough.  It's really fun.  I was all excited to sleep up there the first day, but Evan wasn't so sure about it.  I guess it's cause he's never really slept by himself.  But he got used to it right away.  He's cool like that.

Daddy has to keep reminding me that the bed is NOT playground equipment.  I am NOT allowed to jump off the top.  We found out we're not allowed to throw our pajamas into the fan while it's running, either.  Daddy sure has a LOT of rules!
Good thing he doesn't know what we do when he's not around....